


Found Next Door

by nimrod_9



Category: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Genre: Alternate Universe, M/M
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2015-09-03
Updated: 2015-09-03
Packaged: 2018-04-18 20:31:23
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,707
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/4719440
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/nimrod_9/pseuds/nimrod_9
Summary: <blockquote class="userstuff">
              <p>Severus and Kingsley share a flat, Remus is the new neighbor.</p>
            </blockquote>





	Found Next Door

**Author's Note:**

  * For [Snupin Santa 2008 for cordeliadelayne](https://archiveofourown.org/gifts?recipient=Snupin+Santa+2008+for+cordeliadelayne).



Remus glanced around the flat. The only items he could locate where his tea things, some glasses and his booze. What more did any man need after all? He was awash in a sea of boxes. A sea of completely random boxes thanks to his extremely quick departure from his previous lodgings. Dora had had a huge screaming fit two days ago just because he’d ogled her friend Charlie’s arse. She’d been doing exactly the same thing, otherwise she probably wouldn’t have noticed.   
  
"I did tell you I was bi, Dora."  
  
"I thought you meant in theory, not in practice."  
  
Remus had rolled his eyes and Dora had screamed for him to get out of their flat, which he had absolutely refused to do. If Sirius had taught him anything, it was not to leave your personal possessions with an irate soon-to-be-ex-lover. He had walked away from that debacle with only the clothes on his back. This time he’d been lucky, Dora had returned to a somewhat more rational state of mind, and he’d found this flat the next day, thanks to one of his customers at the bookshop. It was in a refurbished warehouse, his flat along with one other were on the top floor. Happily, that meant there would be no noisy upstairs neighbours.   
  
He’d heard his neighbour arrive home about twenty minutes earlier; hopefully, he’d waited long enough. Much to his chagrin the fridge hadn’t been left running, and the trays of ice cubes didn’t even have the sheen of frost on them. A gin and tonic was just what the doctor ordered after a day climbing up and down three flights of stairs. He needed ice and he needed it now!  
  
  
  
 _Naturally_ , Severus was just about to head up to his tiny rooftop terrace, when someone rapped on the door. Shacklebolt, no doubt. The man had no ability to remain attached to his keys; Severus couldn’t imagine how he retained his position in the constabulary. He flung the door open wide to find a stranger, barefoot, wearing shorts and holding a tall glass. The stranger’s hair was a dark honey colour and damp curls clung to his forehead and neck. The blue-green eyes were looking him up and down as well.  
  
"Hello." Remus stuck out his hand. "I’m your new neighbour, Remus Lupin."  
  
"Snape." Severus answered.  
  
Remus needed a fan or perhaps air conditioning or even better a cold shower. The man’s voice was sinful, velvety and dark. And his eyes, his eyes were like the finest, darkest Kona coffee, a man could drown in them. "Ahhh…"  
  
Before Remus could string two words together, a very well built dark-skinned man slipped between them from the stairway and slid his arm around Snape’s shoulders. Remus almost sagged, of course, a man this striking, this intense would be taken. He shook himself and held out his hand again.  
  
"Remus Lupin, new neighbour."  
  
The man smiled warmly and shook the proffered hand. "Kingsley Shacklebolt. Ongoing resident of 3A."  
  
"I’m sorry to bother you, but I wonder if I might be able to borrow a cup of ice."  
  
"Can one lend ice?" The man with the silky voice asked.  
  
Remus was going to be quite the puddle of goo between the August heat and this man. "Borrow sounds better when one asks for things that can’t be returned especially from strangers."  
  
"If anything else goes missing, we do know where you live." Kingsley chuckled. "Get the man his ice Severus."  
  
Severus’ eyebrow arched up towards his hairline as he gave Kingsley a look, and then he turned to Remus and held out his hand for the glass. " _As always_ at your service Constable Shacklebolt."  
  
Kingsley laughed.  
  
"Are you really a constable?" Remus asked imagining the many uses of police paraphernalia.  
  
The dark-skinned man grinned. "Guilty as charged."  
  
Severus had returned with the glass and rolled his eyes.  
  
Remus looked from one to the other. "Thanks! I have to get back to my unpacking; I should find my sofa or bed so I can get some sleep tonight. Nice meeting you and thanks again."  
  
"Nice meeting you too, Remus." Kingsley spoke warmly.  
  
All Remus received was a nod from Severus and then the door closed.  
  
  
"What was that about?" Severus demanded.  
  
"What?"  
  
"The arm around the shoulders!"  
  
"One can never be too careful."  
  
Severus sniffed. "As you stated, we do know where he lives." Severus grabbed his drink off the table and flounced outside and up to the terrace.  
  
  
  
  
Remus had managed to find his sofa, but not his sheets. It hadn't mattered he'd been emotionally and physically exhausted and had slept like a rock. Saturday was his busiest day at the bookshop and he expected today to be even busier. Last Sunday, a book reviewer had made an offhanded comment about his shop and foot traffic and increased tremendously. His shop was a quirky place a mixture of, erotic and political comics, modern classics, the occult, yaoi and gei comi and a sprinkling of any book that struck him. He was never going to be able to retire, but he loved his shop and clientele, and it paid the bills. Promptly at ten he unlocked the door and turned over the 'open' sign.  
  
After completing the payroll for the week, Remus turned to the work schedule. It rarely changed but he updated the dates and printed the new one and posted it near the back door. Happily the front door had refrained from chiming until he was finished. He stepped out of the closet sized stockroom-cum-office to see his new neighbour perusing the books nearest the door. Remus ran a hand through his hair before he spoke.  
  
"Severus, isn't it?"  
  
  
Severus looked up startled. He wasn't used to having people get him at a disadvantage. He'd read about this shop in a book review in an alternative lifestyle newspaper. All he wanted was a collection of his favorite manga that had recently been released in print. He'd already read it online, but he really wanted it in book form and the first printing was always special. This shop seemed to be just the type of place he would find it. Why couldn't he remember this man's name? Wolf something. "Yes, it is."  
  
Remus smiled "Can I help you find anything?"  
  
"Just browsing for the moment."  
  
"If you need any help just ask." Remus said as he slipped behind the counter.  
  
Severus attacked the store as if it were any scientific problem, sorting the sections and discounting anything that wasn't of interest. Surprisingly there were few things that he didn't desire at least a peep at. When he reached the section he'd been looking for he almost let out an extremely undignified whoop. There were more manga/yaoi/gei comi than he'd ever seen in one place. He looked for quite a while before he chose the collection he'd been looking for and a new one by an author/illustrator that he had seen before. Severus wondered if there was anyone else in the shop to ring up his purchases.  
  
After another few minutes of contemplation, he decided that he wanted the books more than he was worried about his neighbour finding out about his predilections. Severus was most definitely not the type to advertise. His break up with Lucius had been crushing at the tender age of fifteen, while his subsequent split with Tom had been the stuff world wars were made of and it had almost put him off sex altogether. _Almost_. He shook his head to put himself back on track. This man, wolf-whatever worked in a place that obviously saw all kinds, one more could not possibly make a difference. And, truth be told, after Kingsley's antics in the flat yesterday the cat was already out of the bag.  
  
Remus carefully bagged the books and waved Severus off with a cheery "Come again, soon!"  
 _At least twice_. The double entendre slipped through Remus' mind effortlessly.  
  
  
  
  
The front door slamming brought Severus from the depths of his book. He could hear the heavy stride through the flat and the footsteps continued up the narrow stairs to the rooftop two at a time.  
  
"I know what your new neighbour does."  
  
Severus arched and eyebrow and drawled. "Owns a bookshop."  
  
Kingsley looked momentarily crestfallen. "How did you….? But not just any bookshop.."  
  
Severus interrupted "An off-beat bookshop."  
  
"I would have said kinky."  
  
Severus' loud snort was akin to a laugh. "Not as kinky as your bedroom."  
  
"What? You've been there? Hang on! The bookshop or my bedroom?"  
  
"Both. You have all your police paraphernalia hanging on the walls." Severus smartly flicked his head in the direction of the bedrooms.  
  
"Hand cuffs, truncheon and nylon ties are standard issue." Kingsley retorted.  
  
"Do all constables hang them on the walls of their rooms? Besides, I hardly think a cat-o-nine-tails is standard issue."   
  
Before Kingsley could respond someone knocked on the door. "I'll get it." He bounded back down the stairs. Severus didn't move for a moment, and then his curiosity got the better of him. They had very few uninvited visitors since their building was in a warehouse district. He sprinted lightly down the stairs. Kingsley was already chuckling.  
  
Severus skidded to a stop; the wolf neighbour was at the door again, barefoot. _What was his name? Wolf….Rome….Romulus….Remus...Wolf…_ Severus nodded. He could feel the heat of the other man's gaze as it passed over him.  
  
"Remus here has brought our ice back." Kingsley stated and then slipped a hand possessively onto Severus' arse.   
  
Severus almost jumped from his skin, but managed to remain steady.  
  
"Actually, I want to swap it for something else. I've blown a fuse and there were no new ones in the box." He chuckled wryly. "My bad luck the hardware shops are closed. I can return your fuse tomorrow after I pick some up."  
  
"Of course." Severus replied promptly. He escaped Kingsley's grasp and procured the required item. "There you are. No charge." Remus' fingers dragged a little too long across Severus' palm as he picked up the fuse.  
  
"Thanks! I'll return it tomorrow. G' night."  
  
Severus closed the door behind him. "What was that all about?"  
  
"What?"  
  
" _Your_ hand on my arse!"  
  
"Did you see the way Remus looked at you? As if you were dinner! Just keeping the wolves at bay. Get it? Romulus, Remus raised by a she-wolf." Kingsley laughed raucously at his own joke.  
  
"I can take care of myself." Severus said haughtily.  
  
Kingsley sighed. "I know you can. I just want to repay you for letting me stay until…you know."   
  
"Until you're ready to stop playing the field and getting yourself booted out of every decent flat in the city."  
  
Kingsley's laughter rang through the room. "You've got me there mate! I just can't settle for one bloke. Let's go back upstairs for a drink. My treat."  
  
"Your treat with my whiskey." Severus grumbled. "Make mine a double."  
  
  
Remus settled onto his sofa with his book, the lounge lights worked again. The book wasn't holding his attention. His sex-on-legs neighbour was. Why was his brain so occupied with a man he'd barely met albeit on three occasions? A man who was obviously taken and, in all honesty, one Remus knew nothing about. He pictured the man as an artist or scientist, what if he was a boring accountant? Mentally Remus shook himself and he tried again to immerse himself in his book. The sinfully-voiced, sexy Severus was not on the market.   
  
  
  
His mind just would not let his neighbour go, even though Remus hadn't seen him all week. Of course, it was natural to think of him since he did pass Severus' door every day at least that was what he told himself. Well, hadn't seen him until today. As he rounded the last stairway he could see the object of his fascination, talking to an eight foot tree.  
  
  
Severus glared at the tree in front of his door. He had an excellent glare, but apparently it did not work on trees. People usually scuttled away quite quickly. He sighed. Everyone one else on the planet was saying 'thank God it's Friday'. He had had to work well past eight and now he was stuck with, if he was not mistaken a lemon tree.   
  
"Why the hell are you in front of my door? And who in bloody hell sent you?" He bent to place his hands on the pot to push it out of the way, but to no avail. "Fuck" A note from the giver, his mother, floated down. He quickly crumpled it and shoved it in his pocket.  
  
Remus had taken the steps two at a time. "Everything alright, Severus?"  
  
Severus expression told him everything he needed to know. He tried to lighten the mood. "Most people would have just hung a tie on the door."  
  
Green fire shot from Severus' eyes directly at Remus.  
  
"I'm sorry Severus. It was just a joke. In college that was the thing to do when you.."  
  
"Yes, I do remember that." Severus interrupted.  
  
"Severus, I'm certain Kingsley isn't going astray." Remus paused. "Can I help with that?"  
  
"I don't know, can you?" Severus raised one eyebrow, into his scowl.  
  
"I think I may be able to. I've got a few of those nylon slides you put under furniture to make moving it easier. Be right back."  
  
When Remus returned Severus was still glowering at the tree. Remus bent and lifted the pot to slip one of the pads underneath. Severus' eyes widened at the sight. Twice more Remus did the same. When he straightened, Severus' face was flushed and he was swallowing hard, his Adam's apple bobbing.  
  
Remus tilted his head quizzically and asked. "Can you open the door?"  
  
Severus swallowed visibly, again and then nodded. "Wait, you're moving _that_ into my flat?"  
  
"It is your tree, isn’t it?"  
  
"Yes."  
  
"And it is a fire hazard out here."  
  
Severus pushed the door open. Remus gave the tree a healthy shove and tipped it onto one slider to get it through the door. He bent and adjusted the other two after making it past the doorway.  
  
"So where do you want it?"  
  
 _In the bedroom_ popped unbidden into Severus' mind. He was caught up as he watched Remus' arms and legs flex, the muscle movements as it played across the lightly tanned skin. Remus was quite fit for a shopkeeper.  
  
"Severus?"  
  
"Sorry, I was thinking. Perhaps over behind the table." He could now have a perfect view from behind. His mouth went dry as Remus bent and pushed the tree across the floor to behind the dining room table. Bloody hell! He most definitely had to see that again.   
  
Severus tapped his index finger to his lips. "I think it would be better near that door." He indicated the door leading up to the roof and he took up a position behind Remus, again. A list was forming in his head: nice arse, good legs, broad back, and gainfully employed. Severus' cock stirred.  
  
"Here?" Remus asked.  
  
"Perfect. Thank you."  
  
"What do we have here, _love_?" Kingsley's voice drawled from the hallway, bare-chested and wearing only shorts his thumb hooked in the waistband.  
  
 _Fuck._ Remus had forgotten for a moment. Here he was showing off his physique and being helpful and his mind had blocked out the fact that Severus already had a live-in, full-on muscle-bound sex toy. _Fuck!_   
  
Severus tipped his head back and sighed. _Damn_. Kingsley had just picked the wrong moment. "My mother sent a tree. Lupin was kind enough to help me get it out of the hallway. So we will not be raided by the fire marshal this evening."  
  
"I'll just go." Remus had been edging his way toward the door. "Good night."  
  
"Thanks for leading a hand Remus." Kingsley smiled.  
  
  
The door closed and Kingsley continued to lounge against the doorframe. "How many times were you going to get him to move it? I saw him do it twice."  
  
Severus sniffed haughtily. "I was just looking for the best position and the most sunlight."  
  
Kingsley chuckled. "You were _just looking_ at his arse."  
  
Caught, red-faced Severus didn’t deny it. "A neighbour is most definitely not fair game for a one off."  
  
A thoughtful look came over Kingsley’s face. "Remus, without a doubt, is not a one off."  
  
Severus chose to ignore the comment and grabbed for a piece of fruit in the bowl. The banana he had taken filled his hand and he released it as if it had burned. Without looking up he took an apple and stormed up to the terrace. Kingsley’s low chuckle followed him up the stairs.  
  
  
  
The following morning, R found that a note had been slipped under his door:  
  
  
 _You are invited to dinner in 3A at seven tonight.  
  
RSVP  
Regrets only!_  
  
The handwriting was very precise and Remus wondered which one had written it. He would go of course; it was the neighbourly thing to do. It had nothing to do with the fact that despite all the obvious signs that Severus was attached he still couldn’t get it through his pea-sized brain that the man was taken. Granted he wasn’t only thinking with his brain, but with his cock as well and neither appeared willing to budge on this issue.  
  
  
Severus had spent most of his Saturday at work, writing up the findings from his pod’s latest experiments. His pod, as if they were a group of whales. He snorted to himself at the thought. It was the perfect day for it as no one would pester him with questions. Monday they would be able to move directly on to their next variant.   
  
He carefully watered his tomato plants before moving onto the pumpkins. His rooftop garden was bursting with flowers and vegetables. Satisfied that the plants were properly cared for Severus sat down, crossed his ankles and took a large swig from his beer bottle. Beads of sweat covered its entirety in the warm early evening. He took another drink, and let the frosty liquid cool his throat while he waited for the warmth of the alcohol to pool in his belly.  
  
Kingsley had promised to provide supper for tonight, and Severus was well aware that it would be take away. If he was lucky, it would be from the Indian place a few streets away. Whatever it was to be, Kingsley had exceptional taste in food even if his taste in men was usually completely appalling. Tonight, Severus was content to forego cooking duties and enjoy the warmth of the sun as it raced toward the horizon. Kingsley interrupted his reverie.  
  
"Severus!" Kingsley called up the stairs. "Our guest and dinner should be here in a few minutes."  
  
The door slammed before Severus could respond. He was out of his chair and down the stairs in a thrice. "Guest?" He shouted, as Kingsley was not in sight.  
  
"Yes, guest!" Kingsley called from his bedroom. The door opposite the hallway vibrated with the rap of knuckles on wood. "Severus could you get that? The money is on the side table if it’s the food."  
  
  
Remus looked at himself once more in the mirror, the blue cotton shirt brought out his eyes and slight tan, the jeans fit him like a glove and rugged soled sandals allowed his feet their freedom in the short English summer. He would do, this was not a date after all. The six-pack of beer and the bottle of red, his favorite, were next to the door, so he couldn’t forget them. At precisely seven he grabbed them and was out the door bumping right into a delivery boy.  
  
Remus grinned at the bags and bags of food and wondered who else had been invited. "I’ll get it." He nodded cheerfully and he rapped on the door across the hall.  
  
Severus would have loved to have given Kingsley a piece of his mind, but the door and possibly Remus beckoned. He ushered Remus into the house, sorted out the delivery boy, and got the food and drinks to the table before Kingsley emerged.  
  
"Hello, Remus."  
  
"Kingsley. Thank you both for the invitation."  
  
Severus scowled and turned toward the food.   
  
"Perhaps, we should eat outdoors." Kingsley suggested. "You two get the food and drinks; I’ll get the plates and utensils."  
  
  
Remus gasped when he reached the top of the stairs. "This is lovely, Severus. Are you the gardener or is Kingsley."  
  
"I am the keeper of the greens. Kingsley is not permitted to touch anything. I believe he performs ritual sacrifices with anything from the regnum plantae."  
  
Remus laughed heartily. "I may belong to that same religion."  
  
Severus’ mouth tugged at one corner. The door slammed and Kingsley took the step two at a time. He dropped the plates and silverware on the table. "Sorry about this, but I've just had a call from work; they need me there right now."  
  
"But…" Severus called to the wisp of air that passed him. Kingsley was down the stairs and gone. _The bastard._ Severus’ face reflected his annoyance. The silence extended for a minute.  
  
"Severus? If you’d like to make it another time I understand."  
  
Severus sighed.  
  
"Bad luck about Kingsley…"  
  
Severus interrupted. "What _you_ fail to grasp is we have just been set up."  
  
"Set up?"  
  
Severus rolled his eyes and sat down. "I need a drink. Sit down; I think you might need one too." Severus opened a beer and handed it to Remus and opened one for himself. "My roommate was apparently decided that we should be thrown together."  
  
"But…"  
  
"But you think Kingsley is my partner. He plays the possessive lover quite well, and it frequently gets him tossed out of his living quarters. Currently he is unattached and living here."  
  
"So you and he…you’re not… but he…"  
  
"As I said he’s possessive, but also protective. We have known each other a long time, and he worries." Severus took a long drink. "In case having one mother isn’t enough." Severus grumbled.  
  
"Well then if you don’t mind and since the food is here, I say we eat and drink." Remus said matter-of-factly.  
  
Severus sighed, he was starved. "Agreed." He watched as Remus opened the bags, strong arms flexing with crisp, sure movements.   
  
The conversation wasn’t even stilted for a moment which surprised Severus completely. They talked about films, books, travel and Severus’ work. Remus asked intelligent questions and rattled off a list of constellations, stars and planets. He appeared thoughtful, genuine and kind and had Severus wondering precisely when he had decided those were worthy qualities in a man.  
  
  
Remus surveyed the damage as they settled into a quiet, contented state. The food had been wonderful, and they hadn’t even managed to eat half of it. The companionship had surpassed his wildest dreams. He was also quite pleased that he had guessed Severus to be a scientist. The man was completely brilliant, and Remus had had to dig deep to stay up with what was being said. And the distractions, oh the distractions, Severus’ eyes glittered with passion when he spoke and his nose was gloriously Roman with promises of what might lie beneath his clothing.  
  
The wind picked up and clouds raced to overtake the stars and finally the moon. They remained seated commenting on the weather and the far off street noises. The scent of rain filled the air.   
  
"Severus, as much as I hate to move, we should probably save the food."  
  
The first fat raindrops make a plinking noise at the edge of the roof. They hurriedly tossed everything into the bags and managed to get inside before they were drenched. Remus stopped and turned to ask where the food should go, and Severus walked straight into him.  
They stood chest to chest, hearts pounding from the rush to get off the roof. Remus dropped his bag on the nearby counter, without moving and put his hand to Severus’ face.  
  
Severus felt the warm hand caress his cheek and he wanted to press himself to it. He lips parted involuntarily and without a moments hesitation they were captured in a kiss. A kiss that was gentle, but firm at first becoming more questioning and finally, seductively demanding. Severus gave in without hesitation, immersing himself in the sensations. Remus touched and coaxed and played his hands over Severus’ damp clothing. Fingers teased and begged and returned to the place they first began their quest.  
  
When they finally broke apart Remus gulped for air. "Severus?"  
  
This man felt good and right and it didn’t bear thinking about, at least not right now. Severus grasped Remus’ hand and led him to the bedroom.   
  
When they arrived Remus stopped and ran his finger over Severus’ cheekbone, jaw and nose before asking "Really?"  
  
"Really." Severus breathed. The rain had cleansed him momentarily of his wariness and he began stripping himself.  
  
Remus stopped his hands. "Please let me." He asked quietly.  
  
Severus waited for Remus to undo all of the buttons before he attempted to remove Remus’ clothing. They managed to free themselves of all their garments, but not without falling onto the bed.   
  
This time the kiss wasn’t questioning, but passionate and demanding while their hands explored and probed. The tension mounted and Severus shakily withdrew.   
  
"All right?" Remus asked gently.  
  
Severus nodded and mumbled just loud enough for Remus to catch ‘long time...’  
  
Remus kissed him sweetly. "Do you want to stop?"  
  
Severus shook his head. Remus reached between them aligning their cocks and Severus pressed himself into warm hand. He stretched one are out reaching gracelessly for the bedside table and the drawer with the lube. Working in tandem, each with one hand they managed to fill Remus’ hand with a large dab of lube. He returned to rubbing their cocks together and began nipping at Severus’ shoulder. The tiny bites prompted Severus to initiate a campaign of his own assaulting Remus’ collarbones.   
  
The playful sucking and nipping led to harder nibbles as they both rocked into Remus’ slippery fist. They groaned and thrust filling the air with lustful noises and the scent of arousal. Remus’ hand moved faster and his nimble fingers sought the most sensitive areas. Severus tightened his fingers against the warm shoulder he had been delicately gnawing. He panted and tried to take deep breaths. He was going to be over the edge in a moment, but didn’t want it to end.  
  
Remus’ body stiffened as he continued to stroke their cocks. "Can’t wait…"   
  
Severus could feel the pulsing and then the warmth covered Remus’ hand. It was more then enough to make him cry out in completion letting his orgasm wash over him and letting their essences mingle between them.   
  
Their breathing slowed and the silence began to stretch when Severus disengaged himself and rolled from the bed. "Be right back."  
  
Remus sank back against the pillows, hoping that the awkwardness was not about to begin. Severus returned, towel in hand, cleaning himself off. The bed dipped as he settled back onto it and reached to wipe Remus off as well.  
  
"Thank you." Remus said chewing his lip slightly.  
  
"You are welcome."  
  
Remus reached a hand out to stroke Severus' arm. "I could do that again."   
  
"Now?" Severus' surprise was evident.  
  
"Well, not right this _second_." Remus responded playfully.  
  
"And just that?" Severus asked with a hint of mischievous tartness.  
  
"That or three dozen or so variations on the same theme."  
  
Severus felt light; a lesser man would be grinning ear to ear. "Three dozen? I just may hold you to that; it would probably be quite educational."  
  
Remus beamed. "Might I stay a while?"  
  
"As you wish."  
  
"It won't be uncomfortable for you when Kingsley gets back?"  
  
Severus chuckled, a low smooth rumble. "It would serve the bastard right if he found us bent over the dining table."   
  
Remus sniggered and looped his arms around Severus pulling them closer together. The talking ceased and they carefully shifted, adjusting their limbs to fit together. Contentment filled Severus as he drifted to sleep. His final conscious thought was that Kingsley was quite possibly correct; Remus was not just a one off.

 


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